"Well, doctor," said Deacon Quickset to his pastor one morning, "I hope
you have persuaded that wretched shoemaker to come into the ark of
safety and to lay hold of the horns of the altar."
"My dear sir," said Dr. Guide to his deacon, "the conversation I had
with that rather unusual character has led me to believe that he is
quite as safe at present as any of the members of my own congregation."
"Oh, doctor, doctor!" groaned the deacon, "that will never do! What is
the church to come to if everybody is to be allowed to believe just
what he wants to, and stop just when he gets ready, and not go any
further unless he understands everything before him? I don't need to
tell you, a minister of the gospel and a doctor of divinity, that we
have to live by faith and not by sight. I don't have to go over all the
points of belief to a man of your character to show you what a mistake
you are making, thinking that way about a poor common fellow that's
only got one idea in his head,--one that might be shaken out of it very
easily."
"Deacon," said the minister, "I am strongly of the impression that any
belief of any member of my congregation could be as easily shaken as
the one article of faith to which that poor fellow has bound himself. I
don't propose to disturb his mind any further. 'Milk for babes,' you
know the apostle says, 'and strong meat for men.' After he has proved
himself to be equal to meat, there will be ample time to experiment
with some of the dry bones which you seem anxious that I should force
upon him."
"Dr. Guide," said the deacon, with considerable dignity, "I didn't
expect this kind of talk from you. I have been sitting under your
ministrations a good many years, and, though sometimes I didn't think
you were as sharp-set as you ought to be, still I knew you were a man
of level head and good education and knew everything that was essential
to salvation; otherwise, why did the best college of our own
denomination make you a doctor of divinity? But I've got to let out
what is in my heart, doctor, and it is this, that there is no
stopping-place for any one that begins to walk the straight and narrow
way; he has got to keep on as long as he lives, and if he don't he is
going to be crowded off to one side."
"You are quite right, deacon," said the minister; "and therefore I
object to putting any stumbling-blocks in any such person's way."
"Do you mean to say, Dr. Guide," asked the deacon, earnestly, "that all
the articles of faith that you have always taught us were essential to
salvation are to be looked at as stumbling-blocks when they are offered
to somebody like that poor dying sinner?"
"I mean exactly that, deacon," said the minister, "and I mean still
more, and I mean to preach earnestly on the subject in a short time,
and at considerable length, that they have been stumbling-blocks to a
great many members of my congregation who should by this time be better
men and women than they are. For instance, deacon," said the minister,
suddenly, looking very stern and judicial, "Mrs. Poynter has been to me
several times to explain that the reason that she does not pay her
subscription to the last collection for the Missionary Association is
that she cannot get the interest on the mortgage that you have been
holding for her for a long time, and which, she says, you have
collected."
"Dr. Guide," said the deacon, icily, "religion is religion, and
business is business. You understand religion--to a certain extent;
though I must own that I don't think you understand it as far as I once
thought you did. But about business, you must excuse me if I say you
don't know anything, especially if it's business that somebody else has
to carry on. If Mrs. Poynter don't like the way I'm doing business for
her, she knows a way to get rid of me, and she can do it easily
enough."
"Deacon," said the minister, "I don't wish to offend you, but matters
of this sort may develop into a scandal, and injure the cause for which
both of us profess to be working with all our hearts. And, by the way,
the Browning children are likely to be sent away from the academy at
which they are boarding, because their expenses are not paid, according
to the terms of the trust reposed in you by their father. I have been
written to several times by the principal, who is an old friend of
mine. Can't the matter be arranged in some way so that I shall not hear
any more about it? I have no possible method of replying in a manner
that will satisfy the principal."
"Tell him to write to me, doctor; tell him to write to me. He has no
business to put such affairs before anybody else. He will get his
money. If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't have taken the children in
the first place. But I will see that you don't hear any more about
either of these matters, and, as I am pretty busy and don't get a
chance to see you as often as I'd like, I want to say that it seems to
me that now is just the time to get up a warmer feeling in the church.
It's getting cold weather, and folks are glad to get together in a warm
room where there's anything going on. Now, if you will just announce
next Sunday that there's going to be a series of special meetings to
awaken religious interest in this town, I think you will do a good deal
more good among those who need it than by worrying members of your own
congregation about things that you don't understand. I don't mean any
offence, and I hope you won't take any; but when a man is trying to do
business for a dozen other folks and they are all at him at once, there
are many things happening that he can't very well explain."
"I already had determined on a special effort at an early date," said
the pastor. "And still more: after two or three conversations with the
man whom you were so desirous that I should call upon, I have
determined to invite him to assist me in the conduct of the meetings."
"What?" exclaimed the deacon, "bring in that thief and drunkard and
ignorant fellow, that is only just out of jail, to teach the way of
life to people that need to know it? Why, Dr. Guide, you must be losing
your mind!"
"As you intimated about your own business affairs, deacon, that is a
subject upon which I am better qualified to judge than you. The
meetings will be held, and Mr. Kimper will be asked to assist. In fact,
I already have asked him. I trust that his presence will not cause us
to lose such valuable assistance as you yourself may be able to give."
"Well, I never!" exclaimed the deacon; "I never did! It beats all! Why,
if there was another church of our denomination in this town, I believe
I'd take my letters and go to it. I really would!"
Nevertheless, the special meetings were immediately announced, and they
began directly afterwards, and, according to the pastor's announcement,
the ex-convict was asked to assist. His assistance did not seem to
amount to much to those who came through curiosity to listen. But after
he had made a speech, which, at the suggestion of Dr. Guide, had been
carefully prepared, but which was merely a rehearsal of what he already
had said to numerous individual questioners, there was impressive
silence in the lecture-room, in which the meetings were to be
conducted.
"My friends," said the pastor, rising soon afterwards, "when our Lord
was on earth, He once raised His eyes to heaven and said, 'I thank
thee, Father, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent
and revealed them unto babes.' I confess to you that I never was able
to understand the full meaning of this expression; but, as I have
become more and more acquainted with our friend who has just spoken to
you, and have learned how fully his faith is grounded, and how entirely
his life has been changed by what seems to us the mere beginnings of a
religious belief, I am constrained to feel that I have yet a great deal
to learn about my own profession and my own duty as a minister. What
has just been said to you contains the essence of everything which I
have tried to preach from my pulpit in twenty years. I wish it were in
my power to re-state it all as clearly as you have heard it this
evening, but I confess it is not. I fear to add anything to what you
have already heard, for I do not see how in any way I could make this
important subject any more clear to your comprehension. I will
therefore say no more, but ask, as is the custom, that anyone here
present who desires to change his life and wishes the assistance of the
prayers of God's people will please rise."
As is usual in all such meetings, there was a general turning of heads
from one side to the other. In an instant a single figure in the midst
of the little congregation arose, and a second later a hoarse voice
from one of the back seats, a voice which most persons present could
identify as that of Sam Kimper's son Tom, exclaimed,--
"Great Lord! it's Reynolds Bartram!"